while the quaint gestures
call to us i simply fall
all over your smile
the gentle way
your mind empties
my soul
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2011
Who are you?
If you look in the mirror do you like what you see?
Better yet do you love the reflection staring back at you?
Are you that man that is always the life of the party?
The same one that as soon as he is alone
He begins to wonder what the purpose of his life really is.
Are you that woman everyone wants to be around?
As soon as it turns to night
The web of loneliness spins itself so tight around you
That you struggle to breathe
If you don’t love that person in the mirror
You better get to know the real you
Not the reflection others see
Forget about outsiders’ expectations
Look at you
Learn to love that reflection in the mirror
When you got that down
It would be so easy to love every other part of you
Inspired by a piece “Just Keith” wrote
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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2015
Thanks be to the fates that sent to me
A woman with eyes soft and deep as doves'
Who holds within her a tiger's heart,
Unafraid of her powers,
Unashamed of her gifts -
A woman like you, to join with in love.
A score and some years now gone and still we see
The strength of our taken vows.
Kisses traded in silent hours,
Thoughts shared in the weddeds' private art
Experience collects in ever-deepening drifts
Bringing with it such wisdom as time allows.
So with the rounding of yet another year
I rejoice once again
In the silent volumes writ within us.
I adored you long before, and now
And will as well come Then,
As the grey falls through our hair and life grows more dear,
Reading the lines time carves upon us
We'll feel the Why and know the How
Of love's evolution through all things shared and seen,
The kisses sweet at sixty as sixteen.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2008
Dear Love, I Would
Your lips would make,
For a gentle kiss
Your arms would make
For the perfect hug.
Your hand would make,
A perfect fit for mine
You're the one I would love
To have beside me now.
You're the one I want,
To share my heart and life with
I wish I knew what I did
To deserve you showing up?
Because I would do it again!
Copyright © William Darnell Sr | Year Posted 2013
Go out and do not pout see the ocean waves and enjoy the sights of glamor of the water that rushes through the empty hole of the sparking and moon lighting
with colorful shapes that goes round and does not stop till the end of time
Copyright © William Herzog | Year Posted 2024
Sunshine
Summons angels
Swirling sunlight serene
Softly speaking silent action
Always
Copyright © Wendy Stein | Year Posted 2024
The old seemingly lifeless blackboard,
No one thinks that he really feels,
Made of tarnished slate and black in color,
Finds no one to value his true appeal.
A daily slave to the teachers fingers,
He knows more than he’ll ever show.
Is really such a very lonely fellow,
Though many eyes he has come to know.
Never does he ever complain or speak,
And yet cries tears that we cannot see.
For so much knowledge does he keep,
As he alone really does hold the key.
Only to be forgotten as yesterdays lessons,
That could have set young minds so free.
But never by most was he rightly used,
Because each day many do fail to see.
Yet, still the open minds of a few acknowledge,
The richness he shares which is theirs to keep.
If only they consume their daily meal from him,
Storing his knowledge in their minds so deep.
So that one day in the future while looking back,
Remembering well spent time where degrees were earned.
They’ll treasure his chest of sweet succulent knowledge,
Thanking the teachers blackboard for all they learned.
Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2013
How could You find something good in me
How could You be so loving and so kind
How could You be so patient and so gentle
Seeing things so hard to find
How could You care for a man like me
Seeing all the things I have done
How could You smile on me and say
It's all right, I forgive you, My son
I prayed when I needed help in my life
When things went well I had nothing to say
You stood by me in my hour of darkness
You never considered walking away
Life's a journey of errors and triumphs
Before you walk you have to crawl
I made more errors than I care to count
But You were with me through it all.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2006
POEM: Welcome to Palestine. The land of the prophets and the martyrs.
Let’s show show some respect, and bow down in humility…
Gaza may be small, but their angels are all over and as far as the eye can see..
Saying Herod, Nimrod, and Pharoah are saints. How can this be?
Believe me, They were barbaric tyrants, so listen to this humble plea…
Occupational Fighter-jets, tanks, missiles, and drones..
Fighting against fearless resistance including children with stones..
In an asymmetric war…Instead of fighting combatants..
The Oppressor Bombs shatter innocents in their homes..
Monstrous savages playing victims, but their true faces overthrown…
Claiming to be the chosen, violating sacred commands…
"Thou shall not kill!" echoes, but they still twist what God really demands…
Hateful Zionists with their anti-Semitism rant…
A cunning veil of deceit they use as a universal chant..
The REAL Jews you see with Palestinian flags..
They march with the rest of us, for they are NOT cheap rags..
No Hamas in the West Bank, yet they raid our homes at night..
Detaining little children for no crime, with all their brutal might..
Parents mourn as their children are dragged out of sight..
Causing them an endless and painful plight.
Even my olive trees invoke in them utmost fear..
A symbol of my heritage even that they don't spare..
Does that sound like the chosen people of God?
With a forged birthright claim and western colonial nod…
Judgment is coming for they were twice warned of corruption…
A Twofold divine justice awaits their reckless peace disruption..
Awaiting the Messiah, BUT they mocked Him in his first coming..
Hearing they hear not, seeing they don't see. Their apathy is numbing…
Oppressors stand to lose, and will eventually flee…
They try to bury the truth, but truth is like a seed, it will grow and be free…
Persecuted in Europe, seeking refuge they came here..
A brotherly haven, we offered them without fear…
They chose to backstab us with their enablers in disguise…
They preach Equality and Democracy, but the natives of the land they look upon with despise…
Betraying the bonds we had built where Christians, Muslims, and Jews lived in peace side-by-side..
In their well-planned mayhem, they left years of trust compromised…
World War II echoes still resound…
We had no part to play in it, yet guilty WE are found?
In our generational homeland, like refugees you turned us around…
From persecution to persecution, with a tragic twist…
A dagger in the heart, a betrayal hard to dismiss…
But truth persists, like an unwavering flame…
Justice will rise, no matter the scale of your propaganda game….
On every moral ground we have been wronged..
For Freedom and Peace is all we have longed…
Illegal Settlers say we are to blame..
You dehumanize the victim. Do you have NO shame?
Each day of this occupation since 1948…
Yet Oct 7th is where you wanna start the debate…
20,000 innocent lives including 8000 children..Schools, Hospitals, and half of all our homes..
You claim they mean nothing in front of your 5% ancestral genomes..?
Rooh-un-Rooh-- The SOUL of my SOUL..
Reem and her grandpa's story needs to be told..
People of Gaza have taught us what is faith..
Dead children in their arms, yet the Almighty they praise..
Victory I feel is resoundingly near…
From the river to the sea, freedom without fear…
Standing for what's right is everyone's moral duty…
From the river to the sea, God Willing! Palestine will be free.
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Written by Umer Khan
Copyright © UMER KHAN | Year Posted 2023
The walls open their eyes just as
the mantises begin to weave
a loving celestial vibe, incensing
the onset of this boundless drive
Not questioning if one will retain
sentience, escaping for a time
confinement within her hive
With machine-like serpentines
propelling their mega metallic craft
exerting complex magically carved
oaken ores
opening dimensional gateways
ascending straight-through
intensified vibrational planes
utilising the great wave
unlocking these secret doors
Fantastic crystal-blue eyed
gnomes with iridescent feather
shaped cheekbones perform
a dance, whilst oscillating
their elongated gold spoons
Traces of a nameless ancient face on
innumerable orange-pinkish moons
within vast space, divinely harmonised
eternally ringing out in high tune
Copyright © Tidy Desk | Year Posted 2020
In violent fields,
No eye is on the sparrow.
It flits amidst the rage
Of sling and arrow.
And though to it
No refuge calls, still,
It beats its wing
Until to earth, it falls
A breathless thing.
How frail a thread
Holds hope above
The fray. Too soon
It yields to weight
Of mortal wound.
And sparrows lie
In fields
Like buds
That never bloom.
Copyright © Ted Owens | Year Posted 2022
A life can start off wonderful,
Then suddenly it can change,
From a life so sweet and wonderful
To a nightmare full of pain.
But if this should ever happen,
You know what you should do.
Just say a prayer to God up there,
He will change it back for you.
It may take time to happen
But he's listening to your prayers.
So don't give in,to a life so grim,
Remember that he cares!
Copyright © Simon Hamill | Year Posted 2020
Humble heart naked like a winter tree,
yearns for seasons to remain evergreen.
Furtive eyes have disturbed this reverie,
soul stands still like nonchalant figurine.
Walking away to leave one heartbroken,
her shallow soul left no apology.
Regret kills the tongue from words unspoken,
lost are lyrics from our anthology.
Wounds so deep, nerves drown in crimson fluid,
tears bleed sorrows lost to words poetic.
Ink seeks metaphors to show whats ruined,
so the heart feels peace like an ascetic.
In the midst of pain, veiled scars do not fade,
constant reminder of all mistakes made.
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018
There was a castle on a hill
Inside a maiden still
Longing to emerge to play
Trapped inside all day
At night in the moonlight
Slipping out to watch a red kite
Higher on the mountain
A lad drawn from his domain
Slowly he crept each night
To get a glimpse by moonlight
Slowly his passion did grow
For the maiden below
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
...had
a
dream
a
bird
sought
solace
on
my
shoulders
and
I
thought,
just
for
once
be
true,
just
for once
be
really
true…
The alarm was set at 7:00 am
that morning.
Copyright © Sami Al-Khalili | Year Posted 2024
I.
Among twenty different brightly colored toys,
The only moving thing
Was the beak of a noisy parrot.
II.
I was of three family members,
Like a family tree
In which there is a noisy parrot.
III.
The noisy parrot screeched relentlessly piercing the silent black night.
Smothering all sounds with her beaky plight.
IV.
Three shrill family members together
Are one.
Three shrill family members and a noisy parrot
Are one.
V.
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of ear - splitting noise
Or the beauty of deafening silence,
The noisy parrot shrieks
Or just after.
VI.
Lime greenish and red orange feathers fall to the bottom of the cage
With sway and rhythm.
The color of the noisy parrot
Shines bright with eminence.
The halo forms an aura
With images of great splendor.
VII.
O thin men of beauty
Why do you dream of hooting owls?
Do you not see how the noisy parrot
Makes his presence known
Amongst the women around you?
IX.
When the noisy parrot began playing with her toys,
It rang a bell
Of one of many chimes.
X.
At the sight of the noisy parrot
Screaming at the moon high above
Even the bands of crickets
Had their own orchestra.
XI.
She opened the cage
With a thick black glove
Once, she felt pain, when her beak sank in,
From that she now understood
The radiant power with within her
Of all noisy parrots.
XII.
The sound of nuts cracking.
The noisy parrot must be munching.
XIII.
It was still and quiet throughout the blackness of the night.
It was raining
And it was going to rain.
The noisy parrot sat
On the chipped wooden perch.
Copyright © Rukhsana Afridi | Year Posted 2024
I took my life on a sunny day in May for no other reason than I was tired...
Tired of the blackness of my heart, the loneliness I can never explain
And the incessant chatter in my mind
Tired of the futility of believing anything is pure, or true
Or that Love could find in me, a glimmer of something worth saving
Tired of the feebleness, the wavering, and the indecision
Tired of the crushing weight of relentless regret,
The rage of existence without purpose, and the indifference of irrelevance
I know you don’t understand I don’t expect it, but I long for it all the same
For an embrace that would consume me, and devour my shame
But you cannot meet me here on this broken path
All hope burned to ashes
I glare desperately through the dark glass
As storms gather in the distance
And those I loved, and who I wished I had become
Passed before the eyes of my wretched heart
And I, finally alone in the cold silence,
Remain forever chained in madness, speechless in my oblivion
Beyond the reach...
Copyright © Roy Wilde | Year Posted 2023
In this world and in this life
(Are we all just another number)
A tax statistic or
a corporation's itemized figure.
There are of the pluses and negatives.
The accounting of the additions and then the subtractions.
These are the balance sheets of life.
This is with "gains, and losses."
Is that the higher plan for mortal man
existence on this dusty earth?
A salary, or no salary.
A bank account, or no accounts.
Zeros and Ones, 1, 0.
Added together are they supposed to be fine gold?
A man’s worth weighed
on a numbered scale of more or less.
Were we created to be only digital number notations?
Numbers in hourglasses filled with very fine earthly sand.
Grains of sand running then emptying,
into the canvas of time.
This of dusty dust: yet, not solely returning to the ground.
For, we are very, very much, much more: than that ever seen.
"Yes, not solely just numbers indeed!"
Copyright © Ronald A. Williams | Year Posted 2017
My veil falls to my feet
I am at my most vulnerable
yet I lose my shyness easily in front of you
as your eyes acceptingly savor me.
I am in awe
of my ease of presence
and of your hunger of my being
in spite of my perceived flaws.
What do you see in me?
The intelligent loving being
you are
I have held my love for so long
waited....
for one who longs for me
just as I am
and that being is you,
my love
A weight is lifted from my soul
as I allow you to partake
of my very essence.
I feel a freedom
that I have never known.
I feel like an eagle
soaring free and unburdened
from expectations.
My joy is boundless
as another has seen both
body and mind
but loves
the reality of each,
not the perceived wish.
I discern the peals of you laughter
and your concern
long before I share
the tales of my day.
I do not conceal myself
nor do I want to.
My entire body longs
to meld into you.
My despair is lifted to the heavens.
I want for nothing
when I am in your arms.
I will not hide.
I have been extricated
from the complexities of my mind.
My personal reality is shattered.
My breath and vision are absconded
as I am lifted into your acceptance.
I was taught that I was not enough
contemptible and unbefitting.
I thought that I would die
lonely and bereft of love,
unworthy.
I seek your face, your smell, your essence.
I long to love you
demonstrate the depth of my ardor
Will I be sufficient for your needs?
My needs now become second.
Yours are primary
as I seek to plenish your temple.
My lips savor
every part of your being
and now contain the memory of you
when you are not in my presence.
No one else can consume me.
Others can perform
but 'tis not the same as love.
I am an eagle coasting
on the breath of our ecstasy
in love's fair union.
No matter what the future holds
I know that I can never
be
ONE
again.
I'll always remember you, my love.
Copyright © Robin Harville | Year Posted 2020
People treat me like dirt with
Judged envy, but I stand with
Confidence.
People called my beauty
Ugly of jealously, but I still
Stand with Confidence.
People whisper of my features,
But I still stand with confidence.
A parent tells the truth of my physicals.
She made I stand up.
Copyright © Riquetta Brown | Year Posted 2018